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New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights. ~~Hamilton Wright Mabie
Every moment is a fresh beginning. ~~T.S. Eliot
Your life is a blank page. You are the author. Write an incredible story. ~~Steve Maraboli
New year – a new chapter, new verse, or just the same old story? Ultimately we write it. The choice is ours. ~~Alex Morritt
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As I have grown older, the 'new' year seems pretty much the same as the 'old' one, except I have to remember the new year's number. Once, eons ago, I recall staying up, attending parties, and watching the ball drop in NYC on TV. Not so much these days, and honestly, it doesn't bother me in the least.
We are still up around four every morning. Old habits die hard, and bladders refuse to change twenty-some years of routine! Hence, it is a rare evening when we are still awake at ten pm. Then again, superior (ahem!) beings that we are, we consider 'sleeping in' until 9 or 10 am as having wasted half the day. But that's just us. Not 'us' twenty or thirty years ago, maybe, but us these days.
At the moment, it is (literally) 6:22 am. The dog's been in and out twice, the woodstove is burning brightly, coffee's made and (mostly) consumed, I've been through my 'morning routine' online (emails, messages, news), and now on to my newsletter. It is very(!) windy outside--the wind is blowing at about thirty miles an hour and the wind chimes are sounding frenetic. I'm a bit worried that a tree will come down somewhere and our power will be out for days, so I figure I'd better hedge my bets and get it written NOW.
So, it's three days until the New Year. Typically, I do several things this time of year. I clean out in-boxes. I clean out my/our office. I may not win any prizes for organization, but I do start the year with a perfectly clean and organized desk. Or should I say desks as I have two in the office and hubby has one, and we have one each in the dining room and the Maui room.
Desks, by their very nature, are a wide, flat surface. My husband and I have severe cases of 'flat surfaceitus.' Everything will come off the desk, get sorted through and a minimum amount of it gets returned, and the rest gets sorted into drawers, circular file or piled where hubby can go through it. I reorganize drawers, sharpen every pencil (whether it needs it or not) and redefine the necessities of life in the process.
I'm mid-book at the moment, so there will be my several notebooks opened to specific pages and a list of the current batch of sticky notes for odd ideas I may or may not use. I'll redesign (read that as resort) the three (!) coffee mugs that hold pens, pencils, and other oddball objects that seem to be things I might need. I'll fill a trash bag for sure.
Because we are still in the throes of a remodel, I just (finally!!!) got my hubby to move the looming tower (think Snoopy playing his vulture role) from behind my office chair. The seven totes are now somewhere in the basement, and I can actually move my chair in and out without squeezing in to get to my desk. (huge sigh of relief!)
About four more chapters to go, and this will all happen. I can't wait! I'll have a new space for my brand-new printer. (The old one flat out refuses to talk to my computer agreeably. (grrr!!!)) I'll be able to breathe again. Yay! My new calendars will be hanging or under my keyboard, and all the notes I've scribbled of late will be sorted, marked off, or in the new notebook.
Once this is done, the tree'll come down, the living room will get 'found' and return to its normal status, and life will go on. Except that I'll write and then scribble out numerous '5s' for about a week.
Do I even make resolutions? Not so much anymore. At pushing 72, I'm happy in my current rut. I know where everything is, know what I need to do, and do it. One of the joys of being older, I suppose.
So, Happy New Year, everyone. I hope it is all you want it to be. For me, I don't expect too much to be different. It'll be nice to finish up all the leftover dregs of the remodel. (Of course, I said that last year, but here's hoping!) I expect some folks to pass on, which will be sad. I expect there'll be ups and downs. But that's life. So all we can do is make the best of what we're dealt and muddle ever onwards!
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A successful New Year's resolution shouldn't cause a panic attack.
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